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Tony stared at Peter for a long moment, before giving the dismissive shrug of a shoulder. Star-LORD had a point. Junk food was amazing, before he gave that up in favor of a gluten-free, dairy-free, carb-free, all veggie and proteins superhero diet...which was pretty much his idea of hell right now. Except when he asked Happy to sneak him a burger, or he made a spur of the moment landing at a dodgy taco food-truck...just so he could feel like he was living dangerously.
Speaking of living dangerously?
"I dunno what the hell slorg spit is. Or jollie? I'm guessing that's better than super sweet slorg spit." He eyed the hot dogs almost enviously, before focusing back on Peter. "I'm wondering if you still need help fixing that ship. And if you need a job, while we're at it? Seems like we're the major employer for ex-criminals and people from outer space."